The Diavoli Forti

Chapter 37: A phone call

I fell through the door of my apartment as I unlocked it. Weyland laughs and jumps over to pick me up. He pulls me up and carries me to my bedroom. I plop down on my bed and lay back. The room is spinning. I feel like I want to vomit.
"Oh, I don't feel so good." I curl up into a little ball.
"Let me make you some coffee. Where's your medicine cabinet?"
"Coffee maker is next to the fridge and my medicine cabinet is in the bathroom. You can't go in there though because it's a mess. I will get it. Why do you need medicine? Oh my god. Are you going to poison me Detective Weyland?" My drunken self rambles on as I get off the bed and lean against the wall slowly dragging my body to the bathroom. I hear him in the kitchen starting the coffee. I grab the Tylenol bottle and slowly make my way back to the bed.

Weyland comes in carrying a cup of coffee and smiling. "Here drink this..." He grabs the Tylenol bottle from me and pours some into his hand and sticks it out, "... and take this." I take the pills from him and take a drink.
"Ew, you are trying to poison me. Is this black coffee?"
He laughs, "It's better for hangovers. Now, lay down." He slides my heels off my feet and moves my blanket for me to lay down. Of course, me being the drunken fool I am, lays down with the coffee still in my hand and it dumps all over me and the bed.
"Shit!" I nearly jump out of my skin from the heat.
"Don't worry! I'll get you a towel!" He moves fast towards my bathroom door. "No!" I holler. He stops and turns around confused.
I laugh, "I told you, you can't go in there because it's a mess. Silly goose. I will get it."
He holds his hands up and backs away slowly from the door. I use what strength I had left to pull myself out of the bed. My dress felt so sticky and clung to me even more. I started to take my dress off without hesitation. Weyland turns about 100 different shades of red and looks up towards the ceiling.
"Um, McKenna... Please put your dress back on or here..." He throws the blanket at me trying to cover my bare body. I throw the blanket on the floor and giggle at his embarrassment. The dress I wore didn't require me to wear a bra. His cuffs that I had stuffed in there had fallen to the floor. All I had covering my body was the black lace thong that caressed my lower privates. My breasts were completely exposed.
"What's wrong Detective Weyland? You don't like looking at my naked body? You don't want to touch it?"
His breathing increased. He continued to look everywhere but in my direction. I could see him starting to get firm in his pants. He cleared his throat and stumbled over his words, "Oh god. It's Kevin. Not Detective. Trust me, any other time that you're not in a drunken state and offer me to, I would consider taking you up on that offer. As of right now, no matter how much I want to look at that gorgeous physic and tanned body, I'm going to be a gentleman and ask you to again cover yourself."

I take a step towards him, and he practically stumbles backwards tripping on his own feet. I head to my dresser and grab one of my nighties and throw it on. Once on, he finally looks at me again and helps me to the bathroom door to grab a towel. I lay the towel on the bed and lay down on top of it pulling the covers to my neck.
"Thank you, Kevin." I smile and close my eyes. I feel myself drifting off.
"Goodnight, McKenna." He starts to walk out the door when my phone rings on the kitchen counter.
"Do you need that?"
I shoo my hand at him, "You can answer it for me. Tell whoever it is I'm dead."
He laughs and walks back to the kitchen to answer the phone. I overhear him talking to whoever is on the other end.
"McKenna Royce's phone... Kevin Weyland speaking. I'm sorry, who's this?" I hear his voice turn serious. "I'm sorry, she can't come to the phone right now if you tell me who this is I can leave a message for her."
He walks back into the room shrugging his shoulders. He looked agitated. "They did not want to talk to me. First thing they asked is who the hell I was. Wouldn't leave a name or message. It was a blocked number."
I sit up quickly in bed and grab my phone from him. I force the urge of the alcohol back down my throat. "Blocked number? That's all they said?" It couldn't be Max or JR. They already made their weekly check-in call.
"Yeah... they seemed really mad I answered your phone. Do you know who it is?"
There is so many people that it could be. People I shouldn't be talking to. People he can't know that I talk to. Could it have been Tony? My heart sinks thinking I may have missed a chance to talk to him. I suddenly felt guilty for flirting with Weyland. Tony would wonder why another man is answering my phone this late at night and not just any man. The detective who helped put him behind bars.
Weyland could see the upset written all over my face. "McKenna, are you okay? Is someone harassing you from a blocked number? Someone who took part in your disappearance..."

I suddenly felt like he was trying to interrogate me. I immediately put my guard up. "Are you asking me as a friend or as a Detective on the case?"

"As a friend. I just want to make sure you're safe. My work is separate. My time with you is not me trying to build a case."

I feel myself going into a shell, still on defense mode. It was hard to trust anyone's word anymore. "I think you should leave, Detective Weyland."
He scoffs and nods his head as a look of frustration comes across his face. "I was leaving anyway. You asked me to answer it." He walks out of the room and the last thing I hear is the rustle of his keys and the front door closing.

•••Flashback/Dream•••
"This is not a lifestyle I want you to force yourself to be apart of. I know it's not you. You are a far better person and are way too superior for this. You're eventually going to go home and forget about all this."

I grab his hands and look into his eyes, "I don't want to forget about this."

I awake to my phone ringing. My head was pounding and the towel underneath me was intertwined a weird way under my back. I let the phone go to voicemail. Again it rings. I don't answer. It rings again. Finally, I sit up and grab it. A blocked number.

"What?"

Silence.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"McKenna.."

Max. I knew it was him instantly. His voice sounded off. Too quiet for him. I jump out of bed and start to pace.

"Max, what's going on? I wasn't expecting a phone call for a few days."

"McKenna, I have to... I have to tell you something. I wish I could do this in person. So much is going on here right now."

He sounded more serious than I have ever heard him be. His voice was hoarse. His voice cracked with every word. Somethings wrong.

"Is JR okay? Are you okay? Everybody okay?" I start to panic.

"It's Tony..."

My heart drops to my stomach.

"He's gone.. McKenna."

Tears start to fall but I wasn't crying yet, "What do you mean gone?"

Silence.

I break. Bawling is an understatement, "Max?!"

"He is dead. The guards found him this morning. It was a confirmed suicide, no foul play supposedly. I'm so sorry McKenna." He could barely get the words out.

I fall to the floor. My chest ached. I get lightheaded. Before I know it. Darkness.